These men were all Alyssa’s old classmates from high school.

Except a few who were too busy to come, the rest of her classmates were all here. They were glad to help.

Her male classmates had a group chat, and Alyssa was the only girl in that group chat. And she told most of the dirty jokes among all these people. Gradually, under her influence, some shy boys also learned to talk dirty.

Alyssa was smart. Before they had kidnapped Pamela, she had taught these boys how to talk like a punk and what to say. She had designed this plan to make Pamela think that the kidnapping was caused by business hate so she wouldn’t suspect her.

Alyssa just wanted to scare the woman. Of course, she wouldn’t let her off easily. She intended to beat her up and then drop her in the hospital.

Seeing her curl her finger at them, some men got it and smiled evilly. They had gone over the plan again and again. They knew very well what to do and what to say.

Samuel gagged Pamela again and exchanged a look with Haiden Li and Jamie Lu, who were standing close. Then the three of them started stripping her rudely.

Men were natural at this kind of thing. Each of them seemed to be adept at it. Most of the men present had sought Alyssa's help in finding a girlfriend. Yet what they learned best was how to be violent.

Pamela struggled fiercely. With her eyes blindfolded and her mouth gagged, she could neither see the kidnappers nor yell help. She could sense the scent of men. Some men's hands were fondling her, peeling her clothes off. Alyssa watched with a nonchalant expression as those men did that. As a woman, she knew exactly how Pamela was feeling right now.

The rest of the men also watched. Yet, they were not really punks. They started to feel bad for Pamela.

Their mouths opened and closed. They wanted to stop Alyssa, but when they saw her cold face, they didn’t know what to say.

Maybe Pamela deserved it.

Alyssa could be cruel, but she hadn’t been born that way. She was sensitive as well.

Everyone that knew her agreed that she was optimistic and outgoing with a big heart. She wouldn’t have treated another woman this way unless she was really pissed.

Both Pamela's coat and white camisole had been taken off. Her white bra was now the only top she had, and it was exposed completely to those men. They looked at each other, stumped. They were only acting to be ruffians. They were not real ones. Out of desperation, Pamela had stopped struggling. She was freezing cold. Goosebumps could be clearly seen on her shoulders and belly. She wished she could just die right now.

Alyssa waved her hand to tell them to stop. All men's eyes were fixed on Pamela’s heaving breasts. With her hair disheveled, her clothes peeled off, her eyes blindfolded, her mouth gagged, she looked like a woman who had just been raped. Yet those men found her attractive in such a state.

Alyssa squatted down beside Pamela and slid her index finger along the woman's neck, collarbones, breasts and further downward. When it reached her belly button, she stopped and poked it. A chill ran down Pamela’s spine. Her wrists ached from the tight blinding of the rope. Some of her fingernails had broken and were bleeding.

Alyssa continued touching her. She knew that this scene, along with everything else that had happened in this room would be Pamela’s nightmares and haunt her for the rest of her life.

Somehow, this thought stirred up a trace of sympathy in Alyssa. Although she didn’t think she had done anything wrong, she started pitying the woman. So she decided not to beat her up anymore. This was enough for punishment.